Tonight was spent at anchor in a sheltered bay.
I lay down on the foredeck.
The stars hung low like ripe clusters of fruit, and the anchor lights at the tops of the masts looked like a crossroads… with every light calling out, promising adventure… I lay there reflecting on life and choices…
In 18 days at sea, I’ve heard so many incredible stories about people who chose wind, sun, and salt over the comforts of city life…
I tried to soak in everything—the night sky, the blood-red moon that slowly turned into a yellow wheel of cheese…
Out of nowhere, a swell rolled in and the rigging creaked, as if dropping a hint: time to sleep, tomorrow we wake up to set sail again, and once more the wind will carry us toward new discoveries…
